I'll never understand it. Why the "Miss Aloha Hula" night at the Merrie Monarch competition turns calm and mild-mannered Japanese women into running / pushing / shoving / yelling / hysterical maniacs. It happens every year: one person gets in line and saves spaces in line for 10; the doors open, and they run into the stadium as fast as they can, throwing coats and purses and umbrellas onto every empty seat they can find. Then they stand at their posts, yelling across the stadium at each other, must be something like, "Here! Here!!! Your seat's here!!!" Then they shove their way into their seats ... for about 10 minutes. Once that first wave settles, half of them abandon their saved seats for better pickings.
Meanwhile, local folks get shoved aside, banged with purses, and yelled through as though they don't exist.
All of this mania for the opportunity to witness beautiful hula.
I keep wondering if they'll ever get the disconnect. I'm not holding my breath.
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